Traveling through the Warhammer world, but I didn’t cry.

Dimensional spiders are a type of warriors from the Eldar tribe. They believe in the principle of offense and defense, and use the small dimensional jump device equipped in the backpack of the tribe's armor to make jumps. Because this technology exposes the Warpspider to the Warp for short periods of time, the Warpspider is considered the bravest of all the Aeldari warriors. They risk their lives in order to win, daring to cross Slaanesh's realm with her souls in sight.

The situation is much better now. Slaanesh will not try to grab the dimensional spider and throw it into his mouth to chew. Instead, he will stick out his tongue and lick it, or sniff it with his nose, but this is not a wonderful experience after all.

Such a dimensional spider was easily hit by the war blacksmith Drau. His armor designed for leaping and hunting could not block a ball of blazing plasma at close range, but the psychic jewelry around his neck blocked it. Wait for the attack of the three-dimensional group.

However, dimensional spiders are always dispatched in small groups. When Delao attacked this dimensional spider, other dimensional spiders came to the dangerous battlefield. They lowered their bodies and crouched silently in the shadows. They had no intention of fighting with Drau and the Demonic Engine, they just threw down a few teleportation coordinates and left in a hurry.

"Hey! Stay here! You cunning and cowardly beasts with razor ears!" Delau roared as he watched the dimensional spiders jump into the subspace and disappear. He noticed a hint of something unusual in the movements of these dimensional spiders.

There was a crackling sound of lightning and an unpleasant burnt smell filled the air, which was a sign that the teleportation equipment was activated.

"Ha!" Delau laughed a few times nervously, "Your large army? Or are you planning to escape with these weaklings? Let me tell you, no one can escape under my hands!"

Drau pointed his halberd and ax at the sky, and a scarlet lightning shot straight into the sky. All the demon engines serving Drau were approaching here.

three...two...one...

It's now!

At Delao's order, the furnace demon opened fire, and the unclean ammunition forged from subspace energy continued to fire at the figure at the teleportation location. The rising sulfur-smelling smoke obscured Delao's sight.

Delau suddenly felt that his body was suffocating, and the genes deep in his blood were sending a signal of surrender to Delau.

This is how the same thing? This is how the same thing!

Delao roared in his heart, and the gentle feeling of Yun Danfeng that had just teased the Space Wolves and Dark Angels disappeared in an instant, leaving only the uneasy scream of armor and equipment.

Those savage and violent demon engines also restrained themselves a lot, and they let out a low, menacing roar from their throats.

No one knows what happened until the annoying smoke clears.

"Can you blow the smoke away? It's too blocking the view." A voice as calm and unchanging as stone sounded, which sounded very reassuring.

"Shut up! You don't need to remind me!" An angry voice sounded. Although the tone was not good, the smoke dissipated quickly.

When he heard the second voice, Delau was stunned. When the smoke cleared and the blurry figure became clearly visible, he was suddenly controlled by the weak emotions he despised.

"Father...Iron Master..."

It was Dorn and Perturabo who came here through the teleportation device, as well as ten elite terminators of the Lamenters behind them who were responsible for serving as guards and laborers for the original body, as well as Marshal Helbreich of the Black Templars. Specially with other champion swordsmen.

"Look at these things." Perturabo commented on the demon engines surrounding them. "I have done a lot before. Forging demons into steel is indeed a very novel experience, but the preparation process is too troublesome. , you need to find a suitable demon, and you also need to prepare ritual tools, such as ropes made of the murderer’s hair.”

Dorn nodded and just prepared his weapon. He wanted to smash these demon engines to pieces and then clear a stable transfer area that was safe and open enough.

"Wait a minute, you are too impatient." Perturabo pressed Dorn's weapon down with his arm, and then looked at his old heir with a complicated expression.

Although Drao's armor was very simple, there were too many details for Perturabo to analyze his identity. Drau's armor had suffered many wounds and repairs in more than years of war. Perturabo could tell with just the naked eye what alloys had been used to repair Drau's armor, and the quality of those alloys There are many differences over time.

"Black gold and iron, a mineral discovered during the conquest of the Lunad alien's home planet. At that time, your troops were short of supplies, so they used this mineral to repair their equipment." Peturabo's superhuman brain quickly extracted the information. , "I think I know who you are, a recruit from the 7th Company, number IWM7S, your name is Delau, right?"

Delao did not approach Perturabo rashly, but got off the Hell Tracker and knelt down to Perturabo, "Yes, Iron Lord, you are absolutely right."

Perturabo watched Drao kneel down on one knee. He originally hated this kind of behavior... No... He didn't hate this kind of behavior. He just didn't care about the Iron Warriors or the life and death of his own heirs. Just like Angron treated the former World Eaters Legion, except that there was less of a chopping and chopping process, and he could only ignore them indifferently.

I'm really sorry for these children...

Perturabo was filled with emotions. The emotional experience of seeing his son again was much more intense than he expected. Many of the words he had woven in his mind and data tablet were completely unable to be spoken, and he could only wait silently for Drao to ask questions.

Perturabo's silence did not make Drao feel relaxed. He was very nervous. The dexterous tongue that could scold his warriors was now as clumsy as an orc's brain.

But Delau had many questions that tormented him and gave him the courage to wonder.

"Iron Master..." Delao suppressed a sense of trembling and asked Perturabo, "Where have you been during this time? Medengard has been in chaos recently... many production areas..." Delau didn't dare to say any more.

The expected snort, the trashy look in his eyes, and the heavy and unstoppable kick were not directed toward Delau.

Perturabo answered Drau's questions in a calm tone that was not mixed with anger or boredom. This attitude flattered Drau. To the Iron Warrior, this was no different from kindness.

"I...I went to a place far, far away...where I thought about for a long time. I re-examined my life and found that I was so wrong, so I chose to join the empire to make up for the mistakes I made. mistake."